Near Control Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I'd nearly lost control,
if only for a moment.
My compassion and sympathy slipped away,
leaving nothing but a bitterness.
My hand is a beautiful black and blue.
I couldn't breathe,
I couldn't think.
For a moment there,
I was ready to die.
Thoughts began flooding my mind,
accompanied by familiar scenes.
What sense would it make for a hear to heal,
if only to repeatedly be torn apart.
Words you've said whisper in my ear,
thing's you've done play with them.
I feel anxiety take ahold of my body,
while I tremble and cry.
I can't escape this.
Sorrow and pain cloud my judgement,
I've been condemed.
It's useless to fight it now,
I can accept this reality, and it's fatality.
The tears colliding down my face,
would be proof enough.
I'm purely in shock,
It's devistating.
I am no longer at your mercy,
I am no longer, me.